His wrists are slashed,
Hers are too...

That single sentence,
My single tear...

Should I tell?
Should I run to him...

Fake Blood,
Real blood...

Live for the moment you close your eyes.
live for the time that you cant tell...

When I\'m alone, lost & confused
Out on the streets, looking for you...

Im obsessed and i cant stop thoughts
i try my best to turn my chest...

He has another & ive been lost down to lay in...
I wonder if he hurts like me...

High school was to much stress
she tries to hard to be popular...

Screaming the evidence of self harm,
Alcohol, it burns my arm...

He cudles her and i feel pain,
He kisses her and needles shoot my brain...

This Girl she hides behind closed doors.
Hopeing no one will see the scars...